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Over the barren places, the dark flock exploded in a joyful riot – erupting with sound and with motion.  And beneath the flock’s wings, the tired earth burst into flower – into song – into joy!

Rust-orange burst into green! Dry sand became damp earth!  And Mother Nature doused herself with the perfume of life – with earthworms and wet twigs and moss.

Spring!  In a gentle breeze slowly warming.
Spring!  On a cherry branch budding with pearls.
Spring!  In the pandemonium of bird song against a blue sky.

Spring!

bird song –
a treatise in one thousand tongues:
creakle-shweeellln-kak!

In deep cello waves, the flock swept low to the treetops.  In soaring tenor notes, the flock swept the clouds into mist.  In gentle rhythms the flock took to its roost – and each bird danced – its feet clicking against the quickening branches.

And everywhere – people stood – amazed – with arms raised to the skies!  They stood – hopeful – with throats that ached to sing.  They stood – swaying – overcome, with visions of paradise.

transcending language
paradise
on purple wings

Linked to the Fairy Tale prompt at MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie, where Chèvrefeuille has asked us to write about Utopia.   I sort of skipped all the “political” and “philosophical” stuff – sorry Chev! – and opted for this expression of joy instead.  Hopefully he will forgive me!

Here’s another view of tonight’s grackles – a more “Hitchcockian” view!

3 21 2015 branches silhouette grackles 1

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29 thoughts on “Birdtopia (Prose Poem)

  1. I think you were absolutely right to ‘overlook’ the political and philosophical aspects – this has an elemental exuberance to it. Very fitting for a fairy tale prompt.

    I especially like “the pandemonium of bird song against a blue sky” possibly because it reminds me of the vast, raucous flocks of birds I saw as a boy in summer evenings 🙂

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    • Thanks Blake! I do so love when the grackles are in town! (No one else does, LOL).
      Wondering if those flocks were starlings? We get them too in huge flocks … not as much as we used to though.
      Starlings were imported to the US though … did I tell you that story before?

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  2. Fantastic … what a beautiful example of prose poetry … this is really wonderful and I’m so sorry I missed reading this before today! Many many compliments!

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  3. This is beautiful Jen. That African version of Paradise is stunning I have enjoyed listening to that piece for some time now. I thought your last paragraph nailed the Utopia idea very well.

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    • Thanks so much, Michael — this means a lot 🙂

      Glad you liked Peponi, too — it’s even better than the original!

      All the best to you —

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